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And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame:
Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porrioger;
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
Pet. When you are gentle, you (hall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in haste.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak,
And, if you cannot, beft you stop your cars.
Pet. Why, thou fay'st true, it is a paltry cap,
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, taylor, let us fee't. O mercy, heav'o, what masking stuff is here? What this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down cary'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and flith, and flash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop: Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to've neither cap nor gown.
[Afide. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time.
Per. Marry, and did : but if you be remembred,
Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
thee. Tay. She says, your Worship means to make a pup
Pet. Oh most monstrous arrogance!
pet of her.
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'ft:
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor bray'd. Í fay unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lieft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I said a gown.
Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded, the sleeves should be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tay. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shou’dst know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-amercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'ch' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use!
Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that ?
[Aside. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your
father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments : Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor ; For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich: And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'ft it thame, lay it on me; And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith, To feast and sport us at thy father's house. Go call my men, and let us straight to him, And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's see, I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be leven, ere I go to horse.
Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor.
[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again ! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see, you wake him not in any case.
Sery. It mall be done ; my Lord, come help to bear him bence.
[They bear off Sly. SCENE, before Baptista's House. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.
Signior Baptista may remember me
Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : but, Sir, here comes your boy ; 'Twere good he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him ; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you : Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
(22) Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegasus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no Propriety speak this, either in his affum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa : and Tranio must be as much too young, or very unfit to represent and personate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is a Sequel of what he was before faying.